I feel privileged, to be honest.

I am naive. I make mistakes - But I don't give a rat's arse how I am perceived!

I wouldn't say that cutting was pleasurable, but there is a sense of euphoria that follows cutting yourself. The quick pinch of pain and the sight of blood snaps you back to the surface and you start to appreciate being alive.

That's a difficult question, because to consider yourself a rebel is sort of ridiculous.

My solo album is dead and buried. We had the funeral. It was sad and I cried a lot but it made such a beautiful corpse that we had an open casket.

I'm afraid of happy people. They're chemically unbalanced.

I don't find any kind of tension very productive, I find it destructive, actually.